I want to do nothing...

...and I want to do it forever.

I think I have been in the house too much.
I've tried to fill my time but everything I touch keeps going wrong.
I'm not losing heart but I'm so insanely bored.
I feel like I'm bursting with needs and wants to do things, but I'm stuck to the chair.
I look forward to going to bed because I can wake up tomorrow fresh, sure I have work, but the afternoon is mine for the taking.
How I wish my head was in one place and not several.

And I don't wish to taste of your insides.

This song is like crack at the moment:

Bah!

Can't be arsed.
But I did find the right picture of Bob Marley I shall do for a certain someone's certain birthday.

Try again.

Another deleted post.
First one was written this morning in the heat of anger.
I then hid in my room and painted and as soon as I started I felt amazing.
I know I am fickle, but I don't wear my heart on my sleeve. And my emotions a kept in check most the time.
Despite this, the original bad mood, the reason behind it still stands, but most the bitterness was just all in the moment.
I didn't finish my painting sadly, I wanted to but then I went for dinner and the pub and now I am pissed. Cheap champagne is the drink of choice at this moment.
I'll finish my picture tomorrow morning as I don't have to be a work until three.
And now I must carry on watching Soccer Aid. I'm not football fan but I was being drawn in at the pub and then I noticed Damian Lewis. And all the other people I love.
Then Ewan McGregor popped up!
How I love red haired men. And women too, of course, but those two men are two of my favourite people.
As for the reason to why my hair is still red, pfft, who knows?
Hmm, I shall have to re-do it next week. Needs livening up big time.

The Bastard that is Dan.

Work was awful today. Just Anne and myself all morning when at weekends we have three people from midmorning onwards. We coped, we coped extremely well which is a credit to how awesome we are because if Rob had been there instead everything would be empty. Even now.
It was Nina's last day today. I was singing Ding Dong the Witch is Dead all day yesterday. Today I was singing London Underground of all things. Nina is gone, and did I say goodbye, did I fuck!
My mother came and saw me at work to tell me they were at the Wyebridge and I met them there after my shift. Walking there I saw a lonely woman having a lonely picnic and I laughed big time.
If life is a test, I have surely failed.

Cheese sweats.
I'm not finding food at all appetising at the moment. Shit, maybe I'm pregnant!?!
And now I shall listen to music all night long.

London is burnin'; don't tell the Queen.

I keep falling asleep everywhere. Next week can't come any sooner.
I'd hope it's a sign of change but now it's summer and everyone will be having their holidays but me.
Jokes on them because I'll be gone by the start of August.
I need to by a huge canvas for next week. And when I say huge, I might go all out with my exaggeration and get a huge one.
I shall call it Burning Streets because it shall be inspired by the song of the same name.
I can only hope it comes out as beautiful as it looks in my head.

Loveliness

BBQ.
Lots of drink.
I worry about the day where I have to drink less.

I forgot how amazing internet compliments are.

I've been watching the sky tonight, not Sky.

When I have a day where I do nothing, such as today, they don't go as well as they sound.
When I say I do nothing, that is what gets done. I forgot to eat and drink when I watch too many films and then I get tired and then I get a headache.
And now I feel my day has been somewhat of a waste, not completely though.
With my many days off next week I shall do something worth while. I'll paint something.

Ever the optimist.

I'd probably call myself an optimist, but I have a way of being a humourous pessimist.
Today I was feeling optimistic.
I have this shirt, I've had it a few years and I thought it's ship had sailed and it would no longer fit.
Nope, fits better than ever before.
Made me happy. Just like that cider did.
I'm drinking lots of the stuff lately, getting myself ready for my venture to the West Country.

On the optimistic note. I always look at the rota hoping to see numerous "OFF"s. I looked at next weeks, and when my hopes were low I was rewarded with seeing a three day week.
I'm so fucking happy! Just three days in the worse place in my world.